Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Chile and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Shuggie Otis to the dance kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Malaria!. All the underground hits.
All 8 Eyed Spy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cheater Slicks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lyres record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Liliput,
H. Thieme,
Eurythmics,
D'Angelo,
Connie Case,
The Searchers,
Amazonics,
T. Rex,
La Düsseldorf,
Cecil Taylor,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Nico,
Lalo Schifrin,
Tropical Tobacco,
Blossom Toes,
The Saints,
Theoretical Girls,
Nils Olav,
Fatback Band,
Average White Band,
Bush Tetras,
L. Decosne,
Ronan,
Glenn Branca,
Howard Jones,
Fear,
Isaac Hayes,
Eric B and Rakim,
Harry Pussy,
Interpol,
The Vogues,
Metal Thangz,
Warren Ellis,
Hoover,
Wasted Youth,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Accadde A,
Talk Talk,
Reagan Youth,
Gerry Rafferty,
Nik Kershaw,
Morten Harket,
Ice-T,
Bad Manners,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Leaves,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
cv313,
Harmonia,
Electric Prunes,
Rod Modell,
Flipper,
Lungfish,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Shoche,
Mission of Burma,
Lou Christie,
Supertramp,
Yusef Lateef,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
One Last Wish, One Last Wish, One Last Wish, One Last Wish.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.